This is a song about "The bay"

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Stay calm we can hold these fears at bay

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

No one can find me. i can fish for food in this bay.

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

Sharp like dagon, from the bay

Hit it or four play

You have fucked with a west coast bay area cali kid

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Im born in the bay so these fish need to chill

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era